NEW EPISODE OUT!!!! LOVED HIM (2)

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It was no surprise that mummy was in front of the house waiting for me! This Yoruba woman won’t let me be. I noticed she was crying, ‘what is wrong now?’ I thought to myself. If I ask her what’s wrong she would give me an epistle this night and all I wanted was to keep fantasizing about my Kola, if I didn’t she would say I was a spoilt child. So I sat beside her, hugged her and asked ‘what is wrong with you, mummy?’  She began wailing. ‘na who send me?’ I thought to myself. After appealing to her to stop crying she wiped her tears and I was not surprised with what she said next.
‘You will not put me to shame. My God would save me. How would you be comfortable buying your friend’s aso ebi when you don’t even have a boyfriend? Your siblings didn’t give me this stress, why do you want to kill me? Are you not tired? Don’t you want to have your own home?’
On a normal day I would just laugh it off but I was tired. I have said I wanted to leave the house before but she would keep saying responsible girls stay in their father’s house until they get married. I was tired of all these monitoring and marriage issues. Marriage isn’t meant for everyone and maybe I was one of them. At this point I didn’t even know what to tell this woman. In anger I stumbled into the house and upstairs into my room, lying on my bed crying, mummy followed me shouting my name as much as she could but I was not ready to answer her. I didn’t want more insults, she just ruined my day all the excitement of Kola was gone.
I think her heart melted when she saw me crying, the entire shout was over, she sat beside me and began to talk like someone who needed my help. She explained that she loved me and didn’t want people calling me names outside, that all she wanted was the best for me. I understood her point but it was becoming a frequent thing, everything I did wrong in the house was because I wasn’t married. It was frustrating and at that point she wasn’t my favourite person. She wanted to be my best friend but I was wise enough to not let her, if I tell her about Kola I am sure she would help me slide into his dm and I wasn’t ready for that. So as usual I promised her that I would search for a husband and probably propose to him, I reassured her that her baby girl was planning on getting married. I could see her calm and then I felt better, after much talk she left for her room.
With all the events and wahala, I still thought about Kola. I wrapped myself under my sheets and kept fantasizing.’ How his lips would taste when I kiss him. Was he really the man of my dreams? Was God finally sending my man to me?’ all these I kept pondering on. Then my phone rang I was too excited, I jumped off the bed, running into everything and almost falling down trying to locate my phone. With so much excitement I picked the call, you won’t believe it was the service provider. This night? What kind of bad luck is this? I hissed so hard and sadly sat on the sofa.  
I waited patiently for Kola’s call; I kept myself busy with surfing the internet. After several hours of doing that I finally had my bath hastily so I wouldn’t miss his call if he called. To keep myself busy I watched a movie but I kept falling asleep in between.  I carefully placed my phone under my pillow so I would wake up when it rings.
I could hear my name downstairs; I must have slept off while watching the movie. It was another Sunday morning and mummy would not let me miss any Sunday service. If I complained of any ache she would still take me to church and make sure one of the pastors laid his hands on me. No excuse could work for this woman. I didn’t even know what to wear.
‘Ma’ I finally replied. I lazily stood up from the bed, it was in the worse condition ever, looked like I had some action on it. I dragged my foot to the shower and let the warm water pour gently down my body while I stood there thinking of my Kola. I couldn’t think of him enough, I didn’t know him yet but I wanted him to be mine and I knew he was going to be.
After 30minutes of taking my bath, I paused my thoughts on Kola and got ready for church. I ransacked my wardrobe looking for one of my descent outfits and a scarf to go with it. I finally decided to wear a gown Tobi got me; he got it because he thought my body would do justice to it. It was an army green, off shoulder body con midi gown that I cherished, so I picked a black scarf and a black flat shoe to go with it. I looked simple and I loved it.
I could smell fried egg, mummy was already preparing Sunday breakfast and I was sure I was going to meet my daddy on the dinner table. As I walked downstairs I prayed mummy would not have any issue with what I was wearing, it was descent enough for me but I got to realize that mummy had a different idea of decency. I was daddy’s girl and most times I get away with my naughtiness because daddy was there to save my ass.
‘Good morning daddy’ I said as I greeted daddy sitting beside him.
‘Good morning my baby. How was the wedding yesterday?’ he replied
I wanted to tell him how it went and about my Kola but my mother was there, I cannot be picking aso ebi when the man hasn’t even called yet so I just replied that it was fine and ate my bread and egg.
Mummy didn’t complain about my outfit so I was good to go, the ride to church was normal, my parents discussing their grandchildren while I sat at the back making sure I didn’t say a word that would make mummy talk about marriage. In church, I was bored. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing to say but… That church wasn’t just for me, it was meant for my parents.
When it was offering time, I felt my phone vibrating; I picked it up immediately and saw a message. ‘Sorry I didn’t call last night, the after party took longer than I expected and I slept off as soon as I got back to the hotel room. I am in church now for the thanksgiving. I’d call you when I get back from church or you could call me if you want to talk to me. KOLA  WILLIAMS’ my heart melted. I was lost in the message that I didn’t notice when the offering basket was in front of me. The person next to me had to tap me to reality and I almost dropped my phone in the basket out of confusion. I could see the church mothers shaking their head in disgust but I didn’t even care, all I wanted was for the church service to end already I needed to talk to my Kola.
As soon as we shared grace, I ran into the car dialling Kola’s number. I already rehearsed what to say several times in my head before calling. He didn’t pick and I was disappointed. So as not to look like I stalker I didn’t call again. Then my phone vibrated it was another message ‘still in church, would call u back. KOLA WILLIAMS’.  I was sad but at least I knew Kola wanted to talk to me.
Okay, there was something else that made me hate going to church, my mother and her endless women meeting! Daddy and I hated waiting for her after church but since we didn’t want to look like sinners we waited for her diligently. What kind of woman is this? She made us wait for over an hour, it was just wicked of her. Daddy somehow found a way of entertaining himself while we waited for hin self but I got angry everytime she made us wait. When we sighted mummy coming out daddy laughed exclaiming ‘1 hour 46mins!’. I kept wondering how that was even funny, I just hissed and waited for the woman to get to the car so we could leave but it seemed like with every step she made there was a woman who wanted to talk to her. We had to wait another 15minutes for mummy to make the journey from the church entrance to the car successfully. I was very hungry and the trip back home took forever.
The cook was sensible this time to prepare food for us; it was Nigerian jollof rice and chicken. I didn’t even change my cloths before eating. I was famished; I was fully convinced that I needed to change my church. That was another reason I needed to get married but not just to anyone but Kola Williams.
I was able to carry myself upstairs after I stuffed myself like I was preparing for famine. I lied hopelessly on my disorganized bed and in my scattered room. If I called the house keeper to help me arrange I would hear another epistle about marriage so I just lay down and enjoyed my filth. Then my phone rang I was praying it was Kola and he was. I picked the call immediately.
‘Hello, how are you?’ his accent made my body shiver. ‘How could one person be this perfect?’  I thought to myself.
‘I am sure you got my message. Was thinking you were going to add me up on instagram yesterday but didn’t see anything’ I giggled. I couldn’t believe it was me, Damilola Coker; I was carried away by his everything.
‘How did you know I was the one that added you? It was kind of creepy but smart’ I finally said. I cautioned myself to slow down I couldn’t be flirting with him yet.
He laughed and explained that he saw me sitting next to Ada and figured it out.
‘Would you be free tomorrow, let’s hang out?’ he gestured. I was dancing in my head; even if I wasn’t free I was going to cancel everything to hang out with my Kola. So I accepted. After few jokes and laughs we finally ended the call. I whispered I love you too but I hoped he didn’t hear and considered me a hopeless lover.
The day was perfect! Nothing could ruin my day. I smiled and wrapped myself in my sheets wondering what my first date with Kola would be like.







TO BE CONTD….